it happens in a flash, a brief
encounter, two people meeting
on the street, online, a coffee shop,
and they engage in conversation,
talk about the weather and where
they are from, it deepens into what
they do for a living, how they were
raised, what their hopes and dreams
are, they order a second cup, one
without cream and move from the
barstool to a booth, laughing at this
moment, this unexpected invitation
into each other’s life, though brief it
is heartfelt, passionate, and inside
visions of the near future begin to
arise, to come into light with color,
seeing hands being held, soft kisses,
playful moments in the park, with a
dog, and then a wedding, she’s in
white lace, seams adorned with gems,
her wavy hair falling on her shoulders,
as he stares, not afraid but frozen in her
presence, his vows memorized, they
walk the aisle together, into the
parking lot and the horse drawn
carriage, she steps in, he follows, they
embrace, her cup is empty, his still full,
she smiles at his silence as he comes
back to reality, he shivers, his hands
moist, but he knows, without any
doubt, right now, at this very moment,
what he must do, or fear losing
the magic she created in him.

in a house made for one, there
is always room for two, to watch
rain drops slither down panes as
thunder roars, i quiver when alone;
i want you near, to hold and bring
words of reassurance to my ear, to
crack a fire and open a book, to
reach for the blanket from inside the
nook, talking softly into the still air,
while feeling your hand keeping me
from despair, the light dancing on
the ceiling too intimate for only me, as
the sky jolting sparks are finally set free,
forcing us closer, together, dark
red wine cloaked by inclement
weather; we need more candles,
or maybe this is just fine.

what if you forget me, the
sound my voice makes when
i see you after being gone all
day; what if you forget the
length of my arms that wrap
around you or the width of
my smile when I look into
your eyes; what if you forget
the depth of my love and
longing to be near you, to be
included in your life, as you
grow and open your wings;
what if your forget the stories
i told you at night, tucking
you into bed and planting one
last kiss on your cheek; what
if you forget what life is like
with me in it, being there,
helping you through the
tough times that brought
you despair; what if you don’t
remember that you are
everything to me, that which
fills my soul and makes the
sun a happy yellow; please,
please, never forget.

enlighten me, if you have a moment,
time to spare, there seems to be so
much, time, wasted, unfilled by
meaningless acts purposefully
justified, supported, argued to
the hilt, but really, enlighten me
so as to cause feelings to uprise,
sinking doubt or question, if you
will, please, beg thee I will not,
as I relish in existence, sitting,
waiting, watching passerbys
scoot along, with children, puppies,
hailing lifts to somewhere, meaning-
less, yet I feel the gentle breeze
brushing my sun soaked skin,
cooling my face, layering my
hair, enlightening me to matters
of importance, like skipping stones,
or walking, breathing ever so deep,
inhaling life, what it used to be,
appreciated, so I’ve been told.

an ounce of sadness,twenty warm tears
rolling off red cheeks, dripping into a
splash of blended grief, heartache jarred,
seasoned over time, a teaspoon will do,
not a drop more, roomy enough so
to add a lonely sigh, a fiery spice,
and pour, slowly, upon glacially
chilled blocks of life’s artic ways,
abandoned as they crack open,
cold to hot, like a hug after winter’s
storm, yet no one’s around, to hold, to
warm sluggish blood, the work is
unfinished, move, step forward,
include sprinkles of passion,
purposeful reason, I will, I will,
toss in a shrig of desire, to float
above all that aches, a chasm,
then stir, gently with care, shake not,
avoiding slight releases of nauseating
aromas, be gentle, finishing off
with garnishments of hope, drink,
that I will be remembered, embraced,
and renewed, that love’s arms will
find me, before the glass runs dry.

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